I’ve always remembered Winnie’s birthday. You see, from the moment we first met in October of 2007, I fell in love. She was a remarkable young girl that I was drawn to. She laughed out loud… all the time. She sang, she danced, and she was extremely emotional… she hid that well. She reminded me of myself.
Almost five years have passed and our relationship has grown. She calls me Mum, my husband, Dad, and she knows and loves her American brothers and sisters. She is my daughter. She is the reason why I kept going back to Kenya. I knew I couldn’t bring her here, so I did everything in my powers to make sure she had what she needed.
She was just finishing up her 4th grade year in 2007. She has just entered High School this past January. Time has gone by so quickly. She has grown, matured, learned to love and trust again. I wish I could see her more often. I wish Kenya was closer. My heart aches knowing that she was in boarding school today, on her birthday, and I couldn’t kiss her, hug her, and wish her a very happy birthday.
I do tell her though every time we see each other, that on this day in America, we celebrate her birthday with grand fireworks 🙂 So, happy birthday my dear Winnie.
I love and miss you with all my heart.